Leonardo couldn't help but be amused by the sight of Sofia's jealousy. Teasing her had always been a playful pastime, but now, as he witnessed the fiery anger reddening her cheeks, he found himself praying for his safety."Wow! You've become quite quick to change, haven't you?" Sofia remarked with a hint of sarcasm. "That day, you had no qualms about dancing with me. But now that I want to dance with you, you remind me that I cannot."Before Sofia could walk away in a huff, Leonardo firmly grasped her hand, leading her toward the dance floor. With a confident yet gentle touch, he wrapped his arm around her delicate waist, drawing her closer to his frame. The music enveloped them, its rhythm swaying their bodies in synchrony.His fingers traced a tantalizing path over Sofia's bare shoulders, their descent grazing the soft skin of her arm until they reached her wrist. Guiding her hand to rest on his shoulder, he caressed her cheek with the back of his knuckles, his touch both tender and
"What were you doing, Kat? Why would you deliberately upset your father?" Emma's voice dripped with annoyance as she forcibly pulled her daughter away from the proximity of Sofia and Carlo. Frustration seethed within Emma, for she realized that Kat's impulsive actions could potentially jeopardize her carefully laid plans. The girl's foolishness threatened to undo everything she had worked so hard to achieve.Ever since the harrowing incident involving Sofia's kidnapping, Carlo had begun to harbor doubts about Emma. She could sense the flicker of suspicion in his eyes, an unsettling shift in his trust. Emma was keenly aware that her husband no longer held her in the same regard as he once did."Mom, how could you expect me to put on a facade of congratulations and smiles when I despise her with such intensity?" Kat retorted angrily, her voice laced with a venomous disdain.Emma's patience wore thin, her frustration boiling over. "You need to exercise restraint, you foolish girl. Consi
Leonardo crawled up and hovered over her body, planting his lips on hers. Sofia tasted her cum on his tongue. He gently nibbled her lower lip, eliciting a moan, before releasing it with a pop. His lips trailed down her jawline, nipping and sucking, causing her to writhe in anticipation.His mouth found its way to her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as it moved toward her bosom. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, gently tugging with his teeth."Uh... God..." Sofia moaned.He applied more pressure, swirling his tongue around her sensitive nipple, while his hand firmly grasped her other breast, kneading and rolling the nipple between his fingers. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to her breast. He bit down her nipple forcefully, causing her to moan and arch in pleasure."Oh... God... Leonardo."His pleasurable actions continued, marking her nipple with a reddened hue. Then he shifted his attention to the other breast, intensifying her sensations. She
He left her on the bed and stormed into the bathroom, not answering her. She heard the faucet run, followed by the sound of soap being pumped from a dispenser. He reappeared in the doorway moments later. He stalked back to the side of the bed in a demanding posture, and his urgent movements told her he would not stop. She lifted herself on her elbow to watch his next move.He picked up a strip of condoms and tore open one package. Oh, God. When had he done all the preparation?The air in the room thickened, and she felt lightheaded. She was anxious yet excited to try something new with her husband, the love of her life. She was ready to discover new aspects of their relationship. He made her feel bold and brave enough to try forbidden things.He climbed onto the bed and flipped her onto her stomach. He straddled the back of her thighs. He unbuckled his belt and left it hanging on his waist. Popping out the button, he dragged the zipper down and pulled his cock out of his boxer shorts.
Sofia had been feeling unwell for two weeks now, and her condition was progressively worsening. She had been ignoring her symptoms thus far, as she despised visiting hospitals and taking medicine. However, she knew she had to go for a checkup before it became too late. So, during the morning break between her classes, she made the decision to see a doctor. She had managed to secure an appointment and now found herself sitting in a doctor's clinic, waiting for her turn. When her name was called, she stood up and thanked the receptionist before making her way to the doctor's office.Sofia knocked on the door and entered. The doctor, a brunette wearing a white coat with a stethoscope draped around her neck, greeted her."Are you Mrs. Sofia Morelli?" the doctor asked to confirm.Sofia nodded in response."Please take a seat," the doctor gestured toward the chair opposite her.Sofia settled into the chair, and the doctor began the conversation. "So, tell me what kind of trouble you've been
Sofia was filled with immense joy. She couldn't contain her excitement any longer and wanted to share the news of her pregnancy with Leonardo. It was a moment she had been eagerly waiting for. Without wasting a second, she headed straight to his office, determined to surprise him. However, Leonardo's secretary attempted to intervene."Ma'am, Mr. Morelli is currently busy. Please wait for some time. Let me inform him about your presence," Leonardo's secretary said, trying to delay Sofia."No, no. Please don't inform him. I want to surprise him. I have news that simply can't wait any longer," Sofia replied, her grin revealing her anticipation. She darted past the secretary and made her way directly to Leonardo's office.Sofia was Leonardo's wife, and she knew that this news couldn't be kept a secret any longer. She was confident that he would be just as overjoyed as she was. Gripping the doorknob, she was about to twist it open when she unexpectedly overheard a conversation from inside
Leonardo couldn't understand why his father had chosen today to visit his office and bring up Sofia and her mother. What was he trying to tell Leonardo? The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Alessandro, his father, began to speak."I'm sure you're aware of Sofia's mother and her questionable character. You already know why Carlo grew disgusted with his wife," Alessandro said, his voice laden with implications."Dad, there's no need to remind me of that," Leonardo replied, growing increasingly frustrated. What was his father trying to prove? Leonardo didn't want to hear anything negative about Sofia.After a prolonged silence, Alessandro spoke again. "Leonardo, remember that you're bound to this marriage contract for three years.""I'm well aware of that, Dad," Leonardo responded in a bored tone. If only Alessandro knew what Leonardo truly had in mind for this three-year arrangement. He wanted it to last indefinitely."Then you understand that you don't have to pretend to be in love
The van barreled down the road, its destination unknown to Sofia. She had been thrust into this situation without any clue of where they were taking her. Rena had promised to deliver her to a place that Leonardo couldn't reach, but Sofia couldn't help but doubt it. In the short time she had spent with him, she had witnessed the extent of his capabilities."Oh no, they're chasing us," Enzo suddenly exclaimed, breaking the tense silence."Who is chasing us?" Sofia asked, her confusion evident as she strained to catch a glimpse of their pursuers through the windows.Enzo didn't respond to her inquiry but instead cast a horrified glance at Rena, his expression filled with dread."Faster!" Rena instructed the driver urgently. Then, turning to Sofia, she asked in an unexpectedly harsh tone, "Do you have any tracker on you?"Sofia, taken aback by Rena's abruptness, replied, "No, I don't have anything like that." She realized that they had made her abandon her phone earlier on the road, leavi
The soft rustling of the curtains filled the quiet bedroom as the moonlight streamed in through the open windows, casting silver streaks across the floor. The night air was cool and still, carrying with it a sense of calm that the couple hadn’t felt in days. Dinner had been quiet, filled with concerned glances from Leonardo’s parents and affectionate giggles from their children, Vincenzo and Lucia. But now, in the sanctuary of their room, it was just the two of them—no distractions, no interruptions.Sofia sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her fingers over the blanket absentmindedly. Leonardo stood by the door for a moment, watching her. She looked fragile in the dim light, her hand resting protectively over her belly, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.He finally walked toward her, kneeling in front of her like a man seeking redemption.“I owe you an apology,” he said softly. “Not just for last night, but for all the times I let my anger win. For making you feel like y
When Leonardo finally arrived home in his disheveled state, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders, he found Sofia waiting for him near the front door. Her phone trembled in her tight grip, and the moment she saw him, she shot to her feet, rushing toward him.She threw herself into his arms, her body shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Where were you the whole night, Leonardo?” she cried, her voice breaking. “Who does this to his pregnant wife after a small fight, huh?”Her sobs echoed in the hallway as she pressed her face against his chest. Leonardo’s heart shattered at the sound of her pain. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as though he could shield her from everything—including himself.“I’m sorry, amore mio,” he whispered, lowering his head and pressing his lips to her hair. “It won’t ever happen again. I swear.”Sofia pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his stormy grey eyes with her tear-filled blue ones. Her voice was soft, but the words st
Leonardo stared at Ava, his heart sinking with helplessness. He still couldn't believe what had happened. The reality of his marriage, his love for Sofia, stood like an immovable wall between them. No—he loved Sofia, more than words could ever express, and the mere thought of betraying her, even if he didn’t remember every detail of the night, made him feel like a criminal.God, what have I done?He turned his gaze away, guilt consuming every corner of his mind. Ava was sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet pulled around her like a fragile veil, watching him with eyes full of something that looked like hope. But staying here any longer would only be a bigger mistake. Whatever happened last night—it shouldn’t have.“I have to go,” Leonardo muttered, already stepping toward the door.His hand had just touched the knob when a trembling voice froze him in place. “Leo…” Ava whispered, her voice broken. “I’m very alone.”He stood still, his back to her. The image of Sofia’s face flashe
Ava reached out, her fingers tracing lightly along Leonardo’s chest as she whispered soft, seductive words into his ear. But even in his dazed state, his reaction was immediate and fierce—he jerked away, his eyes clouded and nearly closed, yet his actions were furious as he shoved her hand aside with surprising strength.“Ouch,” she muttered, stunned more by the rejection than the force. His body was firm, solid like carved marble, and every part of her ached with longing. She had dreamed of this moment for years, and now that he was here—in her home, in her bed—she couldn't accept defeat.But it was clear: he wasn’t yielding.Frustrated, Ava stepped back and signaled her driver, who had been waiting just outside the door. Without exchanging a word, he entered the room and silently helped her undress Leonardo—his limbs heavy, his consciousness fading. She administered another dose of the sedative, watching his breathing slow as the drug took effect.Only then did she dismiss the drive
Sofia didn’t want to call her—not now, not ever. It went against every ounce of pride she still had. The very idea of reaching out to her to ask about her own husband made her stomach twist with humiliation. But her instincts as a wife were louder than her ego. Something deep within her, something raw and unexplainable, told her she had to find Leonardo—and that she would do whatever it took.With a shaky breath, she tapped the name on her phone screen. The dial tone rang only twice.“Ava, hi,” she said softly as the call connected, trying to sound composed.There was a pause before Ava responded, her voice low, almost too calm. “Sofia,” she said, the way one might say the name of an unexpected guest. “What makes you call me today?”Sofia hesitated, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Um… is my husband with you?” she asked carefully, every word laced with tension.There was a sharp inhale from the other side.“Your husband? And you don’t know where he is?” Ava’s tone instantly shifted
Sofia panicked when Leonardo didn’t return home the whole day. They had never had such a big fight before. But this time, Leonardo was furious—angrier than she had ever seen him.She could have endured his shouting, even his frustration, but his silence and the way he walked away without saying a word—she couldn’t bear that. Her heart pounded with restlessness, every instinct screaming that something was about to go terribly wrong. She couldn’t let the rift between them grow any deeper. Swallowing her pride, she picked up the phone and called him.But he didn’t answer.Still, she didn’t stop. She kept calling until, eventually, his phone was switched off, and all her calls went straight to voicemail. He had never avoided her like this before.It broke her.Sofia wanted to make things right between them—she was willing to do anything to fix it. She loved him too much to lose him. But the pain of his silence was unbearable. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks before she
The bar was dimly lit and half-empty, just the way he liked it.Leonardo sat at the far corner, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers. The burn in his throat did nothing to dull the ache in his chest.His mind kept replaying her words. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you. And then his own: You’re not the Sofia I married.He wanted to hate her. But the image of her trembling on the staircase, her eyes wide with guilt and pain, haunted him.But still, it felt like the cruelest betrayal—by the woman he loved most. How could she do this? If she didn’t want the baby, the least she could have done was talk to him first, share her fears, her doubts. The baby was his, too. It wasn’t just her choice to make. Maybe, together, they would have found a way. But deciding everything on her own? That was unfair. Unfair to him. Unfair to their family. Unfair to the innocent life growing inside her—their unborn child.Leonardo sat at the far end of the dimly lit bar, his fingers cl
Ava didn’t knock. She barged into Leonardo Morelli’s office, pushing past his startled assistant who tried, and failed, to stop her.“Leo!” she called out, breathless, clutching the handle of her handbag like it could steady her.Leonardo didn’t look up from his desk. The light from the tall windows behind him bathed the room in a golden haze, highlighting his sharp jaw and perfectly pressed suit. He was every bit the mafia king—cold, composed, and commanding.He exhaled sharply when he heard her voice. “Ava, I’m busy,” he said flatly, not bothering to mask his irritation. “You’re not supposed to be here.”“I know,” she replied, stepping in further. Her tone was soft but determined. “But I had to come. You can be angry at me later, but right now… you need to hear this.”Leonardo finally raised his head, his expression unreadable. “If this is about a deal or your family’s shares—”“It’s not,” Ava cut in. “It’s about Sofia.”His jaw tightened at the mention of his wife’s name.“I saw he
It was a usual morning, and Sofia was getting ready for a meeting early in the day. Leonardo had cautioned her not to overwork herself, and she had assured him she was fine and wouldn’t let anything happen to the baby. They hadn’t told Vincenzo and Lucia about her pregnancy yet, deciding to wait a few months before announcing it to the family.Suddenly, Sofia’s phone rang—it was her gynecologist. Her heart instantly filled with unease, as Dr. Martinez didn’t usually call her directly.“Hey, Doc,” Sofia answered.“Good morning, Sofia,” Dr. Martinez’s voice came through the speaker. “How are you feeling today?”“I’m fine, Doctor,” Sofia replied skeptically. “What’s wrong?”There was a brief pause before Dr. Martinez sighed. “Sofia, can you come to my clinic today?”“Okay…” Sofia answered, her grip tightening on the phone.“And don’t come alone, okay?” Dr. Martinez advised.Sofia’s heart started pounding. “Doctor, is everything alright with my pregnancy?” she asked, her voice laced with